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sheek louch - spirit of griselda lyrics

[chorus: ragz da artist]
see i wake up every morning with my neck lit
good morning beautiful to my current and next b+tch
i’m counting hundreds, but i’m worried ’bout the next flip
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
she like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my еar, talking wreckless
she likе let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

[verse 1: sheek louch]
silverback sh+t, allow me to keep it real
shoe box full of money, way before a record deal
gun loaded in the drore, gym start bagging raw
back and forth to baltimore, closest thing to heaven saw
rubber band, no [?]
get inside, close the door
give him what he came here for
let me know you need some more
legend in this f+cking game, now i do this music sh+t
couple things new to me, instagram [?]
fake n+ggas been here, everybody acting rich
before you can tigh them up, now you can’t touch the b+tch
cameras pointed everywhere, everybody want a pic
n+ggas wouldn’t give me sh+t, i just [?] my d+ck
vision good, no reading glass
i just want my season pass
balling on you b+tch n+ggas, put the goons on your ass
shows, they be jam packed
everybody, check this
spirit of griselda talking wreckless
[chorus: ragz da artist]
see i wake up every morning with my neck lit
good morning beautiful to my current and next b+tch
i’m counting hundreds, but i’m worried ’bout the next flip
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
she like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
she like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
they think i’m rich, i’m back playing with rugers
i’ll buy a new piece every other month, just to answer rumors
i walk in and dap hands with shooters
me and my right hand respected og’s, like ralph samson [?]
i still be up [?]
those just facts, chest strap look like i’m playing the sacksaphone
me and my dawgs was just catching bones
now we get the racks and [?]
’cause i’m too hungry to just relax at home
i wake up every morning, without a stane on me
just these prison tattoos and all this pain on me
[?], and ask duffle if i changed on him
they gon’ tell you all i did is make a lane for him
[?] on the plate, turning commas into safe
got the coke saran rapped in the bottom of the tank
yeah i know those tricks, and really sold those bricks
dope jumping six feet, just like a pogo stick, n+gga
[chorus: ragz da artist]
see i wake up every morning with my neck lit
good morning beautiful to my current and next b+tch
i’m counting hundreds, but i’m worried ’bout the next flip
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
she like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
she like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
spirit of griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

- sheek louch lyrics

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